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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.