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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.