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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nas,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.