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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.