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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.