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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.