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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.