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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.