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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.