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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.