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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.