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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.