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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.