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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.