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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.