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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.