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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.