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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gichy Dan 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.