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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.