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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.