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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
MC5,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.