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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.