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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Crime,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.