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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.