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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.