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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.