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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.