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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
EPMD,
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.