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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.