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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Television,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.