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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.