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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.