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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Jandek,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.