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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Nas,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.