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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
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 Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.