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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.