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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Association,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.
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.