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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Visage,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.