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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Television,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.