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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.