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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.