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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.