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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.