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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.