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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.