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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.