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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.