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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.