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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.