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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
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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.