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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.