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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Nas,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.