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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.