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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.