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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.