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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.