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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Japan,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.