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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
MDC,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.