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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.