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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.