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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Hoover,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.