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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.