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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.