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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.