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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Cure to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.