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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.