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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.