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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.