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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Fall,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.