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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.