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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the rap 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.