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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.