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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.