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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.