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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.