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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.