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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.