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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.