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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.