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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.