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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.