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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Lyres,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.