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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Litter,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.