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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.