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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.