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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.