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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.