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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
the Association,
the Slits,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.