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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.