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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.