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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.