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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
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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.