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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.