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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.