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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Cameo,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.