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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.