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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.