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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.