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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.