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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.