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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.