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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.