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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.