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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.