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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Organ,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.