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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.