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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.