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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.