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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.