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 Libya and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.