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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.