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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Swans,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.