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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.