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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.