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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.