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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.