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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 snare and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.