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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.