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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.