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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.