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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.