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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Names,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.