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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.