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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Quantec,
Gong,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.