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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.