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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Sparks,
MDC,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.