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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.