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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.