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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and 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.