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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Organ,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.