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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.