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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.