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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.