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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
JFA,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.