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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.