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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.