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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.