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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.