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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Nas,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.