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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.