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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.