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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.