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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Index,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Wings,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.