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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.