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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.