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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Nico,
Wire,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.