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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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))),
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.