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 Australia and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.