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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.