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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.