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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.