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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.