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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.