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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.