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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.