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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.