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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.