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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.