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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.