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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.