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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.