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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.