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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.