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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Zapp,
10cc,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.