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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.