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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Japan,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.