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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Slave 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.