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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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.