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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.