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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.