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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.