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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.