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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.