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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.