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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.