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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.