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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.