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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.