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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.