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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.