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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.