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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.