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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.