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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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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.