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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.