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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.