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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.