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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.