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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.