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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.