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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.