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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.