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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.