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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Aswad,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
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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.