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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson 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 dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.