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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.