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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.