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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.