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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.