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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Smog,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.