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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.