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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.