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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
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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.