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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Pole,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.