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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.