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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Cluster,
Suicide,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.