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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.