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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
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The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.