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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.