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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.