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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Urselle,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Can,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.