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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.