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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.