Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.