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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.