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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.