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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
DNA,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.