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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.