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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.