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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Yaz,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.