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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.