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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.