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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.