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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.