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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Scion,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.