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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.