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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.