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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.