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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Television,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.