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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.