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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.