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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.