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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.