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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.