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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Dance to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.