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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.