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 Panama and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.