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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.