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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Association to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.