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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.