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 Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.