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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
UT,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.