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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.