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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.