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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.