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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.