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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.