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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.