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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.