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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.