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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 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?
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.