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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Niagra,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.