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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.