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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.