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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.