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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the punk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.