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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.