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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.