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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.