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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.