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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
the Germs,
PIL,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.