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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.