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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
Organ,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.