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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.