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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.