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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.