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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.