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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.