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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
DNA,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.