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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.