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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.