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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
MDC,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.