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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
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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.