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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
CMW,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.