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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.