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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Quantec,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.