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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Organ,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.