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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.