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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.