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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Massinfluence 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Standells,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Television,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.