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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.