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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Crime,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.