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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Swans,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.