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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.