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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.