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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
New Order,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.