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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.