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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.