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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.