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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.