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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Zapp,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Gong,
Swans,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.