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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Wake,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Nas,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.