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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.