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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
UT,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.