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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.