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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.