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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.