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 Antigua and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.