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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.