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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.