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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Subhumans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.