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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.