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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.