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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.