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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.