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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
June Days,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.