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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.