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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Techniques,
UT,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.