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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.