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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.