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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.