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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.