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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 a güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.