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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.