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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.