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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.