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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.