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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Index,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.