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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
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.