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 India and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Quantec,
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.
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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.