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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.