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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
UT,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.