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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.