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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.