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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.