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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.