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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.