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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.