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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Can,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.