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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.