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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.