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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
UT,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
X-102,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Move,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.