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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.