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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Can,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.