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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.