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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.