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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Nico,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.