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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.