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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.