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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Erasure,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.