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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Yaz,
Television,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.