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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.