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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.