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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.