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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.