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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.