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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Technova,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.