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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
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.