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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.