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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.