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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Television,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.