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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
CMW,
Can,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.