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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.
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.