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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Organ,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.