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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a guitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Hashim,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.