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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.