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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.