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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.