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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.