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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.