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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.