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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.