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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.