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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.