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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.