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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.