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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Mars,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.