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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.