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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.