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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.