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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.