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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.