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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
New Order,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Pagans,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.