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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
June Days,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.