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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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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.