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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.