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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.