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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
June Days,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.