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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Monks,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.