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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.