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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Nas,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.