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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.