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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.