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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.