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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.