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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.