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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.