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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
This Heat,
Skarface,
MC5,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.