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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.