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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.