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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.