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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.