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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.