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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.