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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.