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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Monks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.