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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.