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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.