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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.