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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.