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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Technova,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.