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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Crime,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.