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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.