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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
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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.