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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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))),
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.