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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Scion,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.