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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.