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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.