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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.