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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.