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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.