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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.