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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.