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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.