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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.