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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.