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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.