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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.