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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.