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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.