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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Doors to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Wire,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
CMW,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.