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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.