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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.