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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.