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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.