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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.