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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.