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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.