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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.