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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.