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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.