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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 JFA to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
AZ,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.