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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.