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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.