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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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))),
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.