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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.