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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
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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.