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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.