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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.