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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Gong,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.