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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Interpol,
Wire,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.