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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.