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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.