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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 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?
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.