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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.