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 Swaziland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Faust,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.