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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.