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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.