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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.