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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.