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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.