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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.