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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
ABC,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Television,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.