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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.