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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 mellotron and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.