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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.