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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.