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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.