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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
New Order,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.