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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
MC5,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.