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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
DNA,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.