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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.