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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.