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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.