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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.