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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.