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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
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 United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.