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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Television,
The Index,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.