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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.