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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Names,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Brick,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.