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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.