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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Audionom,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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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.