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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.