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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Crime,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.