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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
AZ,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.