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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.