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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.