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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Invisible,
cv313,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.