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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.