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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.