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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.