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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.