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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.