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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.