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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.