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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.