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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.