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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.