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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.