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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gong,
JFA,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.