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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.