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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.