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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.