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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.