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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.