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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.