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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.