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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.