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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.