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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.