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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.