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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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?
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.