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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.