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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.