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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.