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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.