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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.