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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.