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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.