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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
MC5,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Kayak,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.