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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Neu!,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.