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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.